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phfenomena · 4 months

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❝i hope i was your favorite crime.❞ || coriolanus snow x f!reader

| request- hi! i was wondering if you could do a corio x plinth reader where he aproches her bc she is a plinth (and she notices and gets mad bc she think that corio takes her for a stupid girl who would just fall for his lies) but he slowly falls for her. i would really like if it ends well, like them together. i hope you understood my idea, i love your work btw.

| A/N- i wanted so bad to make sooooo angsty but i fought the demons. def ooc everybody besides festus. fuck you festus. hope you like it as much as i do 🫶🏻

| WARNINGS- alcohol consumption, creepy men, bad fathers (relatable), nice coriolanus snow, festus creed (he deserves a warning), eating, making out, traumatized sejanus (im sorry sejanus i love you)

the eldest plinth daughter. not an heir, but something you’d want to marry into. if you could get her, you’d never need to do anything again in your life. coriolanus knew that, he reveled in that. he’d never met her, all the times he went over to the plinth’s apartment she was either out or the door to her bedroom was tightly locked- not accepting visitors.

he wondered what she did with her time, was she in university? sejanus seems to never talk about his sister unless someone asks. but yet here she was. a floor length silver dress caught coriolanus’ eye, turning his head to follow the figure. she stood tall and confidently next to her brother. his eyes cascaded over the entire family, all in the same tantalizing silver. they were brightly shining in the ballroom of the benefit. it’d be hard to ignore them. he hated that.

he studied her, they way he could almost see a resemblance to sejanus but feeling as if he’s grasping at straws. her left hand holding a champagne glass she hasn’t drank from, and her right hand resting on sejanus’ shoulder. she’s nodding along to whatever nonsense pup harrington is spitting at her, no doubt making a pass.

she excuses herself and points at her glass, which is now empty after having to listen to the poor boy. when she reaches the full glasses lined up on the table coriolanus makes his move. “hello, ms.plinth.” her head turns to him and her eyes narrow. “coriolanus snow. my brothers supposed best friend- where’s tigris? i like her.” she quickly downs the glass and reaches for another. coriolanus can feel the disdain for him leaking out of her pores.

“she’s, um, she’s back at home. with grandma’am. she is quite nice to be around, isn’t she? how are you enjoying your night?” he attempts to flip the conversation back to her- oh wait, she’s not even looking at him anymore. her eyes find sejanus’ as he’s talking to livia cardew, and she begins walking in his direction. “nice talking to you, coriolanus.” but he felt like it definitely wasn’t nice. was he wanting to marry her for her money? yes. but was she also beautiful and apparently quite funny, as ma plinth has said? also yes.

she spent the rest of night collecting champagne glasses and not leaving sejanus’ side. even he was beginning to get bothered by the bachelors approaching his sister. she leaned against the back wall, yes, another glass in hand. she’d gotten roped into a conversation with festus, clearly tortuous. coriolanus was standing with sejanus about a foot away, so sejanus could keep and eye on festus.

“it’s just so frustrating, coryo! all these guys coming up and trying to make a pass at my sister while i’m right there, if i didn’t know any better i would’ve taken pup harrington outside. you should’ve heard some of the stuff he was saying to her. it’s horrible.” sejanus rants while staring at festus. “well, she’s gonna have to get married eventually, sejanus.” coriolanus says with a slight smile to his bestfriend.

“i know that, just none of these guys. we’ve been everyday with them at the academy. you know how bad they are, the shit they say about women in general. i don’t want those guys with her.” it’s obvious he’s quite over protective of her, even though she’s three years older than him. coriolanus nods along with him and pats his back.

“i’ll go save her.” coriolanus comforts his friend and makes his way to festus. “sejanus said he needed your opinion on some ideas for the food, seemed urgent.” she nods and offers a knowing smile to coriolanus. festus leans his head on the wall “man! i really felt like i was getting somewhere with her” coriolanus rests a hand on his shoulder. “trust me, you definitely weren’t.”

the party has picked up and died down, everyone sitting to eat but coriolanus couldn’t seem to figure out where she was. she wasn’t sitting with her family and unless she had friends he didn’t know, he couldn’t see her anywhere. he’d made his way outside to take a breather from all the talking and hugging old people who knew his parents.

that’s when his eyes laid upon the girl in the silver dress, and he took a seat next to her on the steps. she’s staring out into the gardens and her eyes are glazed over. no champagne glass in her hand this time. she doesn’t turn to look at him.

“i’m really drunk right now and i hate almost everyone in there. all they care about is money and those stupid hunger games.” she confided in him and rested her chin on her arms that are wrapped around her knees. “yeah, you didn’t look like you were having a great time. i tried counting how many glasses you had but i lost count after ten.” she lightly laughed and shook her head.

“i think it was thirteen but i’m not sure, i drank four while festus was chirping in my ear about how many children he wanted.” she feigned chills at the mention of his name and they laughed. she turned to look at him with a barley noticeable smile “you’re not like them, are you? you’re more like sejanus. quiet and doesn’t bother women they want to marry.” the comparison of sejanus would normally upset him, but coming from her it felt the highest compliment a man could receive.

she rubbed her hands over her arms to conserve warmth and coriolanus quickly removed his blazer to wrap around her and she muttered a small thanks. resuming her staring at the gardens. “would you like to grab you some water? or something to eat? it’s not gonna be very good for you tomorrow morning if you don’t eat something.” he whispers towards and she nods her head.

as coriolanus is walking back in, the plinths are walking out. “hey coryo. we’re heading home for the night as ma doesn’t feel too well, have you seen-“ coriolanus points outside “she’s on the steps, make sure she eats something when you get home. way too much champagne for a human.” seianus claps his hand against coriolanus’ chest and continues outside.

the sun is battering down on the capitol but the plinths home is cooler than a beautiful spring day, probably for the hungover girl inside. coriolanus knocks on the door and smiles as his eyes meet ma’s. “oh! coriolanus, it’s so good to see you. we didn’t talk much last night. come in! i just finished up some pies!” she ushers him inside as sejanus joins them in his mothers corner of the kitchen.

after the grueling and quite long conversation with ma coriolanus excused himself. sejanus seemingly interested in this new sugar ma had found. as coriolanus rounded the corner to her room, he stopped. suddenly feeling quite nervous and as if he might throw up. her bedroom door opened and her eyes meet his, he looks down and she’s holding his blazer out. “i heard you talking to ma, here this.” her calloused tone returns, maybe she only likes him she’s drunk. he better find a lot more champagne.

the plinth family plus coriolanus are sitting in the sun room, drinking iced tea and munching on whatever treats ma had baked. “so, coriolanus, do you have any plans on getting married after university?” strabo’s deep and rough voice cut over his wife’s story.

coriolanus set his tea down “i’d hope so, certainly.” his eyes skip between strabo and his daughter. she’s sitting with her knees pulled up to chest and she’s looking out the window. “well you know how much we’d love to have you in the family, we could arrange your marriage with-“ she sets her cup down harshly and stands up.

“you always do this! could you just leave me alone? maybe i don’t want to get married, ma said it was fine if i didn’t marry.” she’s waving her hands around and waits for him to answer. when she’s met with silence she storms out and slams the sunroom door. “strabo, you can’t make her marry someone she doesn’t love.” someone she doesn’t love.

coriolanus stands up and thanks them for the tea. “tigris wanted to head to the market and i’d never let her go alone, i’ll see you guys tomorrow night.”

he walks by her door and tries the handle, quietly. he fully expected it to be locked but the door swings open and she’s laying face down on the bed. “sejanus, go away.” she grumbled through her mattress. “it’s not sejanus.” she sighs and sits up, staring at him.

“do you not knock before entering a room?” she tilted her head and studied him. “i expected it to be locked, sorry. i’ll knock next time.” his eyes seem to gravitate towards the floor and he can’t will himself to bring them back up.

“i’m sorry about my father. i’m sure it made you very uncomfortable, he’s just always trying to marry me off.” her hands fidget awkwardly in her lap. “i wasn’t too uncomfortable, any guy would be lucky to marry you. i always heard that you were quite mean, i’ve yet to see that.”

she scoffed and turned her head to the window. “they only say that because i don’t hesitate to speak my mind. i taught sejanus that. i am definitely what they call me, but only to them.” why does she feel so comfortable spilling her guts to him?

“i saw you and sejanus’ sister a few minutes ago, coriolanus. are you willing to deal with her grating voice and attitude for the plinths money?” arachne sneers towards him and the group laughs. “it helps that she’s pretty, it’s already hard enough trying to talk to her.” coriolanus regrets it the second it escapes his mouth.

she liked him. she really did like coriolanus snow, but who doesn’t? she weaved her way through the crowd trying to escape him. he was hot on her trail until he catches up to her in one of the various bedrooms inside the ravinstalls estate.

“do you think i’m stupid, coriolanus? be honest.” he scrambles to find the words but his brain couldn’t function in the one moment he desperately needed it. “i said you were different, i talked to you about things i liked, i would tell ma all about you. but you aren’t different, you’re just like the others.” he ran his hand through his hair. “i was different, i am different. i don’t know why i said that, it just came out. i didn’t mean it, i promise.”

he attempted to take her hand but she ripped out of his grasp and stomped out of the room. shit.

the next day her door was locked. and the next. and the next. he wasn’t even sure she was there anymore. sejanus hasn’t mentioned anything but he wished he would. he wished he would tell him if she was okay or if he majorly screwed up.

as coriolanus and sejanus sit in the sunroom attempting to study, there’s a knock on the door. coriolanus cranes his neck to see festus ravinstill standing there with a bouquet of flowers. god, this kid is tragic. but then he sees you, take the flowers with a smile and a kiss on his cheek. strabo’s never looked happier.

coriolanus suffered in silence watching festus become a daily guest and drowning out sejanus’ complaints about him being there. for once in his life, he agreed with sejanus. when he enters the kitchen to refill his glass of lemonade he sees her watering the plants in the kitchen.

“don’t marry him. he won’t be good to you.” she drops her head and turns to him. “and you would?” she spits back sending him into a whirlwind. “yes.” he whispers out and she takes a few steps closer to him. “festus is nice and fathers happy with this. i don’t have another choice, coriolanus. i have to do this” how does she always sound so sure of herself? maybe coriolanus could take a class from her.

their eyes finally meet, after weeks of not seeing her eyes, she’s finally looking at him. “you could marry me, instead. i wouldn’t treat you like a prize, like festus would.” she steps impossibly closer and he feels like he can’t breathe when she’s around. oxygen becomes molasses and his knees become jelly.

she looks over coriolanus’ shoulder and stands up on her toes to kiss him. he takes a moment to catch on but he his hands find purchase on her waist and he leans down. all nerves thrown out the window and all he can think of is her, how she tastes, how she smells, he can’t even remember who festus is.

her hands wind his curly hair around her fingers as she swipes her tongue against his own and he pushes her against the refrigerator, causing a few magnets to fall onto the floor. his hands are trailing up and down the waist of the yellow dress she had decided to wear that day.

festus had left the plinths the second he saw her look at him over coriolanus’ shoulder. knowing he lost and there’s nothing he could’ve done.

she pulls back, panting. “i’ll marry you, just don’t call me annoying again.” her lipstick is smeared across both of their mouths and he gives her a dopey smile. “i wouldn’t dream of it” he brushes stray hair out of her face.

“in the kitchen?! we make food there!” sejanus is standing in the doorway, seemingly traumatized. “sorry, sej.” he shakes his head walking away but throwing a secretive thumbs up at coriolanus.

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spideyhexx · 4 months

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mdni; had to write this real quick haha

billy working for your father and you sneak out of your room at night to meet him in a clearing near your ranch. He walks up to you with a smile, "There's my beautiful girl."

"You say that too much," you tell him, he scoffs, a smile still playing on his lips. "Cause 's always true. 'nd I always want my beautiful girl."

You shove at his chest, Billy purposely stumbling back a few steps.

"Can push me away all you want, baby, I'll want you just as much," he chuckles as he says it.

"Does it turn you on, too?" Your eyes flit down below his belt where his hard-on is showing then back to his eyes. Billy smiles more. "Oh, you caught me."

You smirk at him and move up closer until you can feel his body heat, his hands moving to your hips in an instant. But your hand rests right against his bulge, pressing your palm on it ever so slightly. "You're gettin' me riled up, we don't have much time," he mutters, clearing his throat, trying to feign some composure.

"Oh, I know, Billy. I know," and you press your palm firmer against him, rubbing him slowly over his pants, Billy's body involuntarily moving forward, his forehead pressing to yours.

"'M gonna go insane," he mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut as you continue palming him, only feeling him get harder. Billy tries to keep his breathing steady, but he lets out a shaky breath and you chuckle.

"Laughin'? You're laughin' at me?" His tone sounds annoyed, but he's smiling, his nose bumping yours the moment your fingers begin to fiddle with the buttons of his pants, undoing them. You peck his lips as you slip your hand into his pants. He bites his lip, stifling a groan when your hand wraps around his hard and pretty cock, stroking your hand up and then back down along the length of it.

You look down to watch yourself touch him, catching the sight of his tip and the way his hips press closer to your touch. You think to tease him more about how aroused he is this quick but you bite your tongue, focusing on how warm he feels, how thick he feels in your hand. Billy's jaw clenches as he grits his teeth. "You can make noise, there's no one here," you tell him, and he nods. "I know, sweetheart, but I can't risk it."

And it makes your heart drop for a moment, but then part of you savors the way his face screws up in pleasure. His teeth bite down on his lip as you quicken your pace, your hand jerking him just the way he likes it, your thumb swirling over his leaking tip and spreading the precum on his dick, which at the very least earns you a little moan from him. With each stroke, he wants to melt more into your touch. You take a second to focus on the head again, pressing your thumb to it, swirling your finger once more, and smiling as he tries to hold back his moans.

He closes his eyes a little tight, he grunts when you reach further down to caress the pads of your fingertips against his balls before returning to his cock.

"You're trouble," he mumbles and you feel the urge to shove him again but you hold back. "Yeah? Is it worth it?" You squeeze him in a gentle touch, stilling your hand. Billy opens his mouth to say something but then you start up your movements again, your grasp on him firm and purposeful as you jerk him, his hips trying to buck again but he stops himself, his words dying in the back of his throat.

So he just nods, sloppily kissing the corner of your lips, "I missed," he whispers. You giggle and kiss him correctly, swallowing a moan as you pump your hand faster. "'M warnin' you, 'm close," he says against your lips.

Billy gives your bottom lip a small kiss, his breath hitching when your thumb rubs his tip again. "Want you to come for me," you whisper to him, grinning at the way he shifts on his feet at your words.

"I will...I want to...fuck," he breathes out, leaning forward like he's gonna kiss you, but he lets out a moan instead, tipping his head back.

"I know, baby," you coo at him, leaning your head to his shoulder and looking down at your hand and his cock, the slight wet sound of your actions, your heavy breathing, and his muffled moans are the only things that can be heard right now. His cock twitches in your hand, "c'mon, come for me. Please?"

And you tilt your head up to look at him just as he looks down at you. Your eyes are big and your bottom lip jutting out just a little does it for him. Billy lets out a low grunt as he spills into your hand, no doubt making a mess of his pants as his come spurts out of him.

"Fuckin'...trouble," he mutters and shakes his head as he looks down at the mess, then at you as you remove your hand, licking his release off of your fingers with your eyes glued to his.

"Think your father would mind if I keep you out just a little longer?" He's joking, your father not even knowing you're there right now, but you shrug, quirking your lips into a smile as you start to walk away.

Billy doesn't let you get far, running over and wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up, spinning you around. "No fuckin' way you're leavin' like that, get your damn pants off."

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rynwritesstuff · 4 months

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Billy The Kid x Reader

Warnings: Feisty!Reader, General outlaw stuff (guns, cursing, threats), Mentions of sex work/brothels, Smut (PIV sex, unprotected sex, rough sex), Hint of fluff, Imprisonment, Jailbreak

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: After discovering Billy Antrim one night, you persuade him to travel with you. A wild and interesting adventure ensues.

Author's Note: I've spent the past several weeks reading the most incredible Billy x Reader fics, and I wanted to try my hand at writing for him. I wanted to tag a few of my favorite Billy writers, because they have inspired me to give this a try. (Thank you @billysgun @atrwriting and @goosita you guys are incredible, I admire you so much, keep doing what you're doing <3)

“It ain’t the being alone. It ain’t the empty home, baby, you know I’m good on my own. You know, it’s more the being unknown. So much of the living, love, is the being unknown.” - Unknown / Nth, Hozier

When he hears it – the footsteps – Billy’s head snaps to the side. A million thoughts run through his head. Robbers, outlaws, all-around no good men . . . They could be anywhere. They could be everywhere. Slowly, carefully, he reaches for the gun at his hip. He barely has time to touch it before the sound of a gun cocking comes from behind him. He pauses.

“Don’t. Move,” comes your voice. Billy swallows harshly as he freezes. It’s dark aside from the campfire in front of him and the moon and stars sparkling in the sky. Billy keeps his breathing even and steady as footsteps come closer.

“I need money,” you say.

“You’ve got the wrong man, miss,” Billy says, unmoving. “I’ve got nothin’.”

“Food, then. Got any food?”

Billy nods towards the small pot beside the fire.

“There’s a bit left over there.”

You circle him, and when you do, he catches a glimpse of your face, slightly shielded by an old hat. Your hair is pulled back and you wear men’s clothing. Your too-big boots thud against the grass. Even like this, Billy can tell that you're beautiful, the kind of beautiful that would bring a God-fearing man to his knees.

You keep your gun pointed at him as you look down into the pot and then back up at BIlly.

“It’s not enough.”

“It’s what I’ve got.”

“You’re lying,” you say easily. “You’re in the middle of nowhere, there’s no way you came this far with so little food. You think I’m an idiot, boy?”

“No,” Billy shakes his head. “I mean it. That’s the last of my food.”

You chuckle dryly, then approach Billy.

“Keep your hands up,” you warn. You tug his gun from his holster, then step back towards the fire. Billy is now completely unarmed. He couldn’t shoot you even if he wanted to. You crouch down beside the pot. It’ll have to do, you decide, and reach in with your bare hand to scoop up the beans and bring them to your mouth. You sigh. They’re salty and warm and earthy, and they soothe the ache in your stomach.

Billy moves slightly, you see him out of the corner of your eye, and you bring your gun up again. He freezes.

“I was just shiftin’,” he tells you. Wordlessly, you look back down at the pot and continue to eat. Billy watches you curiously. Where are you coming from? Where are you going? And, perhaps most importantly, who are you on the run from?

“Billy the Kid,” you say finally, wiping your hand on the grass as you get to your feet. “Hm. I didn’t recognize you at first.”

“Do I know you?” Billy asks.

“No. But damn near everyone in the West knows you. Ya shouldn’t be surprised.” You slowly make your way over to his horse. You open his saddle bag as Billy turns to watch you. You pull out his shotgun, humming to yourself. You set it aside, and Billy’s heart begins to race.

“The ring,” he says quickly, making you pause, “please don’t take it. It was my ma’s.”

You halt. How strange it is, to hear William Antrim speak so desperately. You stare at him as you pull the small gold band from his bag. You hold it in your palm, and Billy watches you with a pained expression.

“Please. She’s gone, she’s dead. It’s all I got left of ‘er.”

You shake your head.

“I’m not heartless, Billy,” you say, and Billy nearly laughs. No, woman holding me at gunpoint, he thinks. Of course you’re not.

“I’ve lost people, too,” you tell him. You toss the ring to him, and he catches it, clutching it tightly. “I’ll advise you to keep it closer to you, though. People like me aren’t always so understanding.”

You go back to digging through his bag but don't find much; an apple, a pocket watch, a few shirts and a pair of pants. You huff, keeping only the apple, and shove everything back into the saddle bag, including the shotgun.

“You’re shit out of luck, Billy,” you say, stepping towards him as you bite into the apple. You wipe a bit of juice from the corner of your mouth. “No food, no water–”

“I have water.”

“Oh, well excuse me, then. I apologize,” you say sarcastically. Billy clenches his jaw. You sit down a good five feet away from Billy, gun still in-hand as you eat the apple.

“God, fuck,” you breathe. Billy glances at you. “Haven’t had fruit in a month.”

“Neither have I,” Billy says flatly.

“Mm. As I was sayin’ . . . You’re kinda fucked right now. Where’re you headed?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Liar,” you say. You’re confident while you have the gun in your hand, and although you know that Billy could scramble for his shotgun, you also know that you could blow his head off before he got there. If he tries something, anything, he’s a dead man. He must know it, too.

“The next town over,” Billy says finally. “I need somewhere to stay for a while.”

“It’s about fifteen miles East,” you say. You bite into the apple again. “You know where you’re going? How to get there?”

“I prefer to travel alone,” Billy says as he watches you. For a moment, a small, brief, fleeting moment, he wonders what you look like beneath the tattered button-up shirt. He’s only slept with a handful of women, and it’s been a long while since he’s touched himself, much less had someone else touch him. He swallows harshly.

You lap your tongue over the dripping apple to gather the juice, then speak.

“Right. Well, I need a man to come with me East. Nobody takes women seriously in that town, I was there a while back.”

“Surely you don’t want to risk being recognized, then,” Billy says. You chuckle.

“Unlike you, Antrim, I’m moving from town to town by choice. I've got nothing to hide.”

Well. That seems to answer Billy’s questions. He sighs, then looks away. Perhaps this is a good thing. Maybe a woman is what he needs. A fiery, feisty woman who will try to keep him in-line.

“What’s in it for me?” he asks.

You shrug.

“Money, probably. Food. A roof over your head.”

“Until I get caught.”

“I’ll try to keep you out of trouble if you promise to try, too.”

Billy looks over at you.

“I don’t even know your name.”

You smile softly, looking at him kindly for the first time all evening. You tell him your name, and when you do, he tests how it feels to say it. You nod.

“Right,” you say. “Ya got it.”

Billy hums.

“This doesn’t mean I trust you,” he says.

“No,” you say, tossing him back his gun. “I’d hope not. You wouldn’t be a very good outlaw if you trusted someone that easily.”

Billy slips his gun back into his holster, feeling better now that he has his firearm again. You take another bite of the apple.

“Let’s leave at dawn,” you tell him. Billy still isn’t completely convinced that this is a good idea, but he doesn’t want to argue. He doesn’t want to upset you or set you off.

“Fine,” he says. You nudge him.

“Where are those manners you had a bit ago?” you tease, tossing the apple core aside. “‘Miss’ and ‘ma’am’. Your mama raised you right.”

“Yes, ma’am, she did,” Billy says, offering you a small, teasing smile.

***

Dawn comes, as it always does. You wake before Billy, and take it upon yourself to tidy up his things from the night before. The pot is washed and the fire is out when Billy’s eyes open, and he glances around for a moment. He sees you, and you offer him a nod.

“Get up,” you tell him as you guide his horse over. “I’d like to get there as soon as possible.”

Billy groans softly as he sits up on the blanket that separates him from the grass.

“You don’t have a horse? You came all this way on foot?”

You sigh, leaning against Billy’s horse.

“She got stolen a few miles back,” you say. “I was surprised they didn’t get yours, too.”

“Mm. Sorry to hear that,” he says as he folds up the blanket and attaches it to his saddle bag. You shake your head.

“Not much that can be done about it now. Ya ready to go, Billy?”

He nods as he puts on his hat and approaches his horse. He holds his hand out to you and helps you up onto the saddle. He knows that you can get up yourself, but you shouldn’t have to do such a thing. Not when there’s a man around to help you.

Knowing that you won’t both fit on the saddle, Billy decides to walk. You watch him as he guides his horse. The muscles in his strong arms flex as he goes, and you find yourself staring at him more than the scenery around you. You know what this likely means, of course, but you don’t want to think about it.

You don’t want to complicate things.

Hours pass. The pair of you reach a town. Dust is kicked up as Billy’s horse trots through, and people bustle busily. You glance around. People stare at the two of you, and you wonder if it’s because they recognize Billy, or perhaps you from when you were here previously. You wipe sweat from your brow.

“There’s a brothel that way,” you say, pointing to the right. “Rooms are cheap there.”

“I thought you didn’t have much money,” Billy says, guiding his horse in the direction you pointed in.

“I don’t,” you say. “But I have enough for us to stay somewhere for a week or so.”

You hear Billy sigh, and you clench your jaw.

“You got a better idea?” you ask.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothin’. Don’t worry about it,” you say. Men are so finicky, you think. You arrive at the brothel just after noon, and you get off the horse. Billy goes to follow you, and you hold your hand up.

“Don’t. You’ll get swarmed by whores. Just stay here, let me do the talking.”

Billy’s brow furrows slightly.

“What if there’s trouble?” he asks. You tap the gun holstered at your hip.

“I can handle myself.”

Without another word, you head into the brothel. You locate the owner and speak to her about a room for you and your friend. Just as you remembered, the rooms are cheap, cheap enough for you to rent a room for longer than you thought you’d be able to. You pay the owner, then step back outside.

“Get our stuff,” you tell Billy. “I’ll take your horse to the stable.”

Wordlessly, Billy obeys, gathering the bags before you lead his horse around the building. He steps inside. Just as you predicted, a few whores approach him.

They gush at him, telling him how incredibly handsome he is, and how he must be tired, and how he looks like he needs a good blowjob. He politely turns them down, his cheeks warming slightly. One of the whores, a blonde woman, runs her hand over his chest. He tries not to stare at her bare breasts.

“You stayin’ awhile?” she asks. Billy nods. She hums. “Come n’ see me sometime, won’t ya?”

Billy offers her a kind smile.

“I’m a busy man, I’m afraid. Don’t have time for that.”

He hears footsteps behind him, and moments later, he’s being tugged towards the stairs of the brothel.

“Told ya they’d flock to you,” you say as you and Billy go up to the room. You unlock the door.

“They’re just doing their job,” he says as he steps into the room and sets the bags down. You sigh as you re-lock the door. You put your hands on your hips as you walk around the room, inspecting it. It’s not nice by any means, but it’s a roof over your head and a bed to sleep in, and that’s enough for now.

“I’ll take the floor,” he offers. You glance at him. “Y’know. When we sleep.”

You shake your head with a sigh as you take off your hat.

“I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but I don’t particularly care if we share a bed,” you say. Billy doesn’t say anything. You glance at him. He’s staring at you. “What?”

Just as he had noticed last night, you’re beautiful. And if you look this nice like this, he can only imagine what you’d look like all dolled up, or even just freshly bathed. He wonders what it would be like to touch you, to feel you beneath him, to have your body canting up towards his.

He shakes his head slightly.

“Nothing. Just . . . Nothing.”

“If you want the floor, you can have it–”

“No, no, I don’t mind either,” he says. You sit down at the edge of the bed, then lie back on it with a drawn-out sigh.

“I’m gonna sleep good tonight,” you chuckle. Billy finds himself smiling softly.

“Is it comfortable?” he asks. You laugh again.

“Not at all, but it’s better than the ground.”

Billy approaches the bed and sits down beside you, leaving a gap between your bodies. He bounces a bit, and the bed frame squeaks. He hums as he stops.

“Well?” you ask, looking up at him.

“You’re right, it’s awful.”

You hum, rubbing your eyes.

“I know.” You sigh. “Why don’t you go downstairs and eat?”

“What’re you gonna do?” he asks.

“Take a bath,” you say. Billy nods. He knows he should bathe too, especially if he’s going to be sleeping beside you, but he’s so, so hungry . . .

“I’ll go after you, then,” he says, getting to his feet. “You know where to find me if you need anything.”

“Hang on.”

Billy pauses, glancing back at you as you sit up. You gesture for him to come back towards the bed. He obliges. There is a foot or so of space between your bodies, and you look up at him with a twinkle in your eye. You know what you want to tell him, but you don’t know how to say it. You know what you want to do, but you don’t know how to get there.

“You’re the most handsome outlaw I’ve dealt with, y’know,” you say finally, voice soft. Billy is surprised but most certainly not disappointed. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“How many outlaws have you dealt with?” Billy asks.

“Quite a few.”

He hums.

“I suppose that means I should be thanking you, then," he says. You reach out and tug on his belt loops, pulling him closer. You put your hands on his hips and look up at him.

“Yes. You should.”

Billy leans down a bit.

“Thank you, then, miss,” he says quietly. You feel his breath against you, and you let out a soft sigh as heat blooms between your thighs. Hesitantly, you bring your hand up to touch his cheek. You feel the stubble near his chin and jaw as you look into his eyes.

“Can I–?”

“You don’t even havta ask,” Billy tells you softly. He leans forward and presses his lips against yours. You inhale sharply as you pull him closer. He kisses you hungrily, desperately, like a man dying. You touch him wherever you can: His cheeks, his jaw, the sides of his throat, his shoulders. He gets on top of you as you scoot back on the bed. You keep one of your hands on the back of his head, which ensures that his lips stay pressed against yours while the two of you move and adjust.

Billy tosses his hat to the side, and once he’s done that, you tug at his suspenders. You push them off of his shoulders, and you spread your legs a bit more to make room for him to comfortably fit between them. He kisses you again, hot and heavy, and you moan against his lips.

“Please,” you sigh. He nods as he unbuttons your shirt.

“I’ve got ya,” Billy reassures you. You kiss him as a sense of safety and security washes over you. He’s got you. He’s got you. You let him unbutton your shirt, and when your breasts are revealed, he leans down to kiss at them. You sigh at the feeling of his chapped lips on your smooth skin. You shrug the shirt all the way off so that your torso is bare, then run your fingers through his dark curls.

“Billy,” you sigh, eyes fluttering. He hums. You want to touch him, to feel his skin against yours. You grab his collar and pull him back up so you can kiss him. You fumble with his buttons, and when you get his shirt off, you yank off his undershirt, too. You grip his bare shoulders, your hands running down to his biceps.

“Fuck,” you breathe. He smiles softly.

“Like what ya see?” he asks. You nod.

“Sure do,” you tell him. When he stands back to undo his trousers, you quickly kick off your boots and stand up to push down your pants to leave you nude. You get on the bed once you’re naked, and when Billy looks back up at you, cock in-hand, he makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, a sound of pleasure. You smile as you spread your legs, feeling a bit bashful but excited nonetheless.

Billy says your name, then. It’s a whisper, a sigh, a prayer. He gets back on top of you, and his dripping cock presses against you as he leans down to kiss you. You groan.

“I want you inside me,” you tell him, giving his hair a gentle tug. He nods, pressing his tip against your entrance. He looks up at you, silently asking for permission, and you smile softly.

“Billy, I love that you’re bein’ a gentleman, but I really need you to ruin me right now. We can be polite to each other later, okay?” you tell him. This makes him chuckle, a quiet, hearty sound, and he nods.

“Okay,” he says, pushing his tip in. “Understood.”

You hum, hands moving down to his biceps. You grip him tightly as he pushes in further.

“Oh, fuck, Billy . . .”

“Too much?” he asks. You shake your head.

“No, no, just go slow at first. Ease it in, y’know?”

Billy nods.

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathes teasingly, pushing in further. Your wetness coats his cock easily, and he groans at the feeling of your wet heat engulfing him. “Jesus ffffuckin’ . . .”

Your grip on him tightens as he pushes his cock all the way inside of you. You moan softly as his tip presses against the sweet spot inside of you.

“Oh, god,” you hum. “Mm, Billy . . . Move . . .”

His hand fits into the space where your neck meets your shoulder, and he holds you there as he begins to roll his hips. He is slow at first, gentle, but his pace quickly picks up. The bed frame creaks and groans, and you moan loudly.

“How is it?" he asks breathily, wanting to hear your praise.

“F-Feels good,” you groan as he hits that sweet spot. Your legs and thighs tremble. Your breasts bounce. Your heart races. Billy’s body is firm and strong above you, and his hold on you tightens. You lean up to kiss him, moaning against his lips.

“So needy,” Billy says against your mouth. You moan. “Mm. S-So wet for me . . . Needed this bad, didn’t ya?”

You nod, clinging to him as if you’re the only thing keeping him here, as if he could disappear at any moment and leave you aching for more.

“Ohmygod, Billy . . . F-Faster, I need it faster . . .”

“Mm . . . Ask nicely . . .”

His words go straight to your core, and you clench around him just to hear him grunt. You reach up to tug at his hair, and he turns his head to suck at your jaw. You let him.

“Please,” you sigh. “P-Please, Billy . . . Make me f-feel good . . . Fuck me f-faster . . .”

Billy hums as he pulls away from your jaw.

“Atta girl,” he breathes. He’s pounding you, now, fucking you so hard that you begin to worry that the damn bed with break. People can probably hear you, but it’s a fucking brothel, you remind yourself, and you cry out loudly. Your face is hot as Billy’s hips slam against yours. He’s grunting and groaning, and his brows are furrowed in pleasure, and you’re positive that it’s the most wonderful thing you’ve ever seen.

“Oh, fffffuck. Billy, B-Billy, Billy . . .”

“Mm, that’s it,” he groans lowly. “Let everyone know who it is that’s makin’ you feel good.”

Your grip on his hair tightens, and he bites and sucks at your throat as he chases his orgasm quickly. Clumsily and shakily, you reach down between your bodies to rub your clit. Your hips jerk and tears of pleasure fill your eyes as you begin to rub yourself hurriedly. You know Billy is close – his thrusts are getting sloppy – and you want to cum, too.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Billy admits. He reaches for your hand that isn’t on your clit, which surprises you. His fingers intertwine with yours, and he pins you down. He’s holding my hand. He’s about to cum, and he’s holding my hand, you think. Somehow, this small act feels more intimate than anything else the two of you have done in the past several minutes.

“Billy . . . ‘M gonna cum,” you breathe. He nods against you.

“Do it,” he says, encouraging you. “Please. Wanna feel it.”

You close your eyes and tilt your head back. Billy kisses and nibbles at your throat again, his thrusts get harder and faster, and you apply a bit more pressure to the circles you’re rubbing on your clit–

“Oh, fuck!” you cry out loudly. Your body tenses for a moment before you relax against the mattress, pleasure coursing through you. Heat moves over you like a blanket, warming you from head to toe. You’re shaking, trembling as Billy takes you through it.

Before you know it, he’s moaning in your ear and pulling his cock from your pussy. He jerks himself off for one second, two, three, and then he’s cumming on your stomach with a cry of your name. You watch him fall apart above you, and you never were a religious person, but this? This sight is enough to bring you to your knees. You’d worship him if it were an option. That glow, that body, that smile . . . It makes you want to weep.

Billy grunts, stroking himself until his orgasm is over, and he shakily lies down beside you with a huff. You stare up at the ceiling, still catching your breath as his arm touches yours. The reality of what the two of you have just done hits you. You just fucked Billy Antrim. And you liked it.

You look over at him. He’s already staring. You smile.

“Good?” he asks. You nod.

“So good.”

He hums and wipes a bit of sweat from your brow.

“I didn’t think a woman like you would wanna be taken like that,” he says gently. You have to give it to him, he really is a gentleman. Even after you held him at gunpoint, and told him to escort you here, and bossed him around, he's still treating you kindly. He’s still here, he isn’t getting up to leave. In fact, he’s reaching into his pocket and pulling out his handkerchief. He hands it over to you, then gestures to your cum-covered stomach. You smile softly, wipe it up, then set the handkerchief aside.

“I’ll wash this,” you tell him. He nods, humming. His cheeks are red. You like seeing him like this, all flustered and tired.

He sits up slowly, and you watch the muscles in his back ripple as he does. He stands up and tucks his cock back into his trousers before reaching for his undershirt. Your smile fades, and he notices.

“I’m just hungry,” he says. “You want somethin’ from downstairs?”

You lean up on your elbows.

“Something to drink, maybe,” you say. You smile. “And whatever food you can find. I’m in no position to be picky.”

He nods as he puts on his button-up and begins to do it up.

“I’ll do my best,” he says. Once he’s redressed, Billy glances back at you. “You gonna be okay?”

You nod, reaching for your shirt and draping it over your naked body as you lie back against the pillows.

“Mhm. You know I can handle myself.”

“I know you can, but you shouldn’t have to.”

You smile widely. Such a charmer.

“Go, before I undress you again,” you tell him again. He chuckles.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You hum, getting comfortable as Billy leaves. You hear the door open and close, and you sigh. Your eyes are heavy, and the mattress feels so soft and comforting compared to what you’ve been having, and it’s so quiet . . .

***

It’s dark when you wake. You stir, put off by the blackness. You’re still naked, and when you realize this, you haphazardly pull your button-up back on. You do it up as you move over, feeling the other side of the bed.

“Billy,” you say into the dark. There is no response. You roll your eyes. That damn bastard. You thought he was different. You thought he was a good man, a kind man. If he wanted more sex, he could have just woken you up, but no, he left you up here in the pitch black. He’s probably downstairs, drinking wine and fucking whores.

You clench your jaw as you fumble around. You start up the lamp on the bedside table, and grab your pants off the floor. You yank them on, along with your boots, then glance around.

“Fucking asshole,” you mutter. “Couldn’t even bring me water.”

You grab the room key and your gun holster off of the bedside table, then yank open the door and start downstairs. The brothel is bustling now that it’s dark outside. Men and naked women are everywhere. You pull a lady aside as you buckle your holster around your hips.

“The guy I was with,” you say to her, “where’s he at?”

She shrugs, then pulls away. Anger boils inside of you. You push your way through and get to the bar. The woman behind it seems to recognize you.

“You got water?” you ask, frustrated by the entire situation. The woman nods, then silently pours you a glass. She hands it over. You down half of it, then set the glass on the bar and wipe your mouth.

“You’re the lady who came here with Billy Antrim,” she says finally. You look up. You’re positive that Billy wouldn’t give out his name, let alone his full name, in a place like this. You remain neutral and calm.

“Who?”

“The man,” the lady behind the bar says. “The one who went upstairs with you, that was Billy Antrim.”

You cock your head.

“What’re you getting at?”

She blinks at you.

“Don’t you know?” she asks.

Your brows furrow.

“Did something happen?”

She nearly laughs.

“Where have you been? Asleep?”

“Where is he?” you ask sharply. Your heart is beginning to race. You have a pit in your stomach. Deep down, you know something bad has happened. The woman watches you carefully.

“You care about him. It’s dangerous to care about people like that–”

“Tell me where the fuck he is!” you snap, right hand reaching down to rest at your holstered gun. The woman behind the bar clenches her jaw.

“Someone turned him in,” she says flatly. “He was taken away a few hours ago.”

Fuck. You should have been awake, you should have been with him. You could have vouched for him, told them that they had the wrong guy. You told him you’d keep him out of trouble, and now . . .

You storm away from the bar, hurrying upstairs to get yours’ and Billy’s things. You leave in a tizzy, adrenaline pumping through you as you fetch Billy’s horse from the stable. You secure everything to the saddle, pull yourself on, and take off towards the jail.

You tie Billy’s horse outside, then step inside. You glance around for a moment, and the jailkeep looks at you, seemingly irritated by your presence. You offer him a charming smile.

“Sir,” you say, nodding politely as he looks you up and down. “I–”

“Visiting hours are over,” he says flatly. You hum, glancing around. You spot Billy, and your eyes linger on him for a moment. He grips the bars of the cell, watching you intently. You’ve got a look in your eyes, he realizes. He hopes you aren’t going to do what he thinks you’re going to do. He doesn’t think he’s worth the trouble.

You look at the jailkeep again. You’re silent for a moment, and before he can tell you to get out, you’re reaching for your gun. You pull it on him and cock it. He stiffens.

“Unlock his cell,” you say firmly. The man doesn’t move, too surprised. “Now!”

Billy watches you with wide eyes. The jailkeep rises to his feet slowly, and you keep the cocked gun pointed at him as he steps over to Billy’s cell.

“Unlock it,” you tell him again. “Hurry up.”

His hands tremble as he finds the right key and unlocks Billy’s cell. Billy steps out quickly, then grabs the keys from the man and shoves him into the cell. He locks him in, and you take a small step back.

“Don’t yell,” you warn the jailkeep. “I’ll kill you, I swear to God, I’ll do it.”

While you threaten the man, Billy hurries over to the desk to find his gun. He grabs the jailkeep’s holster off the desk, too, while he’s at it.

“You’re fuckin’ crazy, woman,” the man says. You hum.

“Damn right I am.” You glance at Billy. “Let’s go.”

Billy takes the keys with him, and the two of you leave the jail quickly.

“There’s another horse over there,” you tell Billy as he runs towards his horse. He nods.

“Go, I’ll keep watch,” he says. You fetch the horse, which you have to guess belonged to the jailkeep, and you hoist yourself up. You ride up beside Billy.

“C’mon, haul ass,” you say, riding past him. His horse gallops after yours, and the two of you ride into the darkness.

The severity of the situation is not lost on Billy. You’re in trouble, now. You broke the law to help him, to get him out, and you did it without hesitation. He would’ve been dead by morning if you hadn’t come to get him, and now you’re an outlaw, too. Guilt claws at him as the two of you leave town.

“You didn’t havta do that,” he says over the sound of hooves hitting the ground.

“I couldn’t leave you.”

Billy shakes his head. He doesn’t understand.

“You don’t even know me,” he says, almost frustrated. What a stupid thing you just did. What a thoughtless, dangerous act.

“I know you’re a good man,” you tell him. “And I know you don’t deserve to hang.”

Billy glances at you, his body bouncing as his horse runs up beside yours. Your eyes meet for just a moment before you look forward again.

“I hope you’re not thinkin’ of ditching me, Antrim,” you say. He can’t help but smile softly. He wouldn’t even dream of doing such a thing. He owes you his life.

“‘Course not,” he says. You hum.

“Then stop lookin’ at me like that and let’s focus on getting the fuck outta here.”

God, where have you been all his life? You’re everything he’s ever needed.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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kaylasficrecs · 1 month

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william bonney recs

sweetest con | imagine, fluff | @tomblythismyhusband

your first kiss | drabble, fluff | @outlawdaydream

the fight | imagine, flangst | @wh0reforcoriolanussnow

exes and oh's | imagine, fluff | @saberlight1 (tw)

you're my only hope of getting into heaven | drabble, fluff | @lillianscorner

protective!billy | imagine, flangst | @enviedear (tw)

helping billy when he's injured | imagine, fluff | @enviedear

brother's best friend | imagine, smut | @kisses4kaia

billy got arrested again | drabble, angst | @alienstardustwrites

fair and just | one shot, flangst | @sadisticsongbird

sharpshooter | drabble, fluff | @billysgun

unsteady | imagine, fluff, smut | @alienstardustwrites

dream a little dream of me | one shot, fluff | @percyjavksongf

real love baby | two shot, trifecta (smut/fluff/angst) | @emmyia (this is part 2)

billy wants to tell her dad | imagine, flangst | @spideyhexx

jealously | imagine, flangst (more fluff) | @billysgun

playing with his fingers | drabble, fluff | @outlawdaydream

flowers | imagine, fluff | @tomblythismyhusband

#random list drop #enjoy :)#william bonney x reader #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid #masterlist #fic recs

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whitehotforeva · 30 days

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gone - billy the kid.

❀ warnings - 18+, fingering, oral and slight angst.

❀ word count - 2,059

❀ a/n - this is my first fic, very bleh but whatever. hope whoever is reading this, enjoys <3

you had fallen asleep a few hours ago. your lantern burning brightly as you sighed and watched the sky darken as you waited for him. sometime along those few hours, you had fallen asleep.

the lamp was nearly burning out now, only bringing a faint warmth to the room. you stirred when you heard the sounds of a door opening and closing, and those familiar footsteps you had always anticipated.

your eyes slowly opened, squinting as a soft yawn left your lips and you rubbed at your eyes, a soft sound leaving your lips as you pulled yourself up to look at who finally visited at this hour.

there he was, standing in the glory of his days work. his curls damp against his forehead and his cheeks slightly tinted red at being out in the sun all day. you tiredly glanced at him, and his exhaustion seeped into your own as he pulled off his hat.

“angel.” he spoke out, his voice ragged and rough as he took a few steps towards you.

hurt coursed through you. but you couldn’t help but soften at his words. at his voice. at the way his eyes were filled with apologies and fatigue.

you tiredly stood up, your legs shaking a little as they got used to holding yourself down. your body dragged itself to your shared chest of drawers as you took out his night clothes. turning around, you saw him sat at the bed, those piercing eyes just watching you.

you made your way back to him, like you always did and you found yourself standing in between his legs. his heavy hands pulled you in, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he buried his face in your warm neck.

“missed you billy.” you murmured out, your fingers making their way to his wild curls as you ran your fingers through them. it was a constant battle, of you pushing away the pain of his identity and of you comforting him because of it. his days were hard and long. too long. when you first started your relationship with billy, you truly didn’t expect how exhausting it was to be waiting up on him every single night. to be crying yourself to sleep if he didn’t show up one night, scared that he had lost his life in a fight against another outlaw.

relief flooded your chest each time you saw him, but so did dread as you were reminded he would leave again and the cycle would repeat. your grip on his curls tightened.

his lips brushed against your neck.

“i’m sorry.”

you just sighed out. he promised he’d be here today. for weeks you’d feel his body sink into the bed besides you as he held onto you, as he thrusted into you - desperate for the warmth you could give him in the night that he couldn’t steal in the day.

and he left you cold in the morning. he’d be gone. it hadn’t always been like this, but he had been stepping up with his responsibilities with the rest of his gang and stepping down for yours. you knew it wasn’t his fault. it was what his life demanded of him.

what else did you expect when you fell in love with an outlaw?

billy was hurting too. but some things needed to be done. he told himself it was for your future together, but he couldn’t see that the idea of your future together was crumbling because he hardly was even there. last night as he held you in his arms, grunting as he snapped his hips against yours, the sounds of promises being made to you alongside with the slapping of your skin together filled the room. he had promised that today would be special. that he would leave the boys early evening and come back to you.

you had prepared something especially for him and held so much excitement in your heart as you waited for his tall frame to walk through the door of your well tidied home, warm with the efforts of your love seeping in the air. he didn’t come so you didn’t eat. at first you were a little hopeful, waiting idly wondering if he was simply running late but deep down you knew it. you knew he had let you down again.

he had lifted his face up now, and those dark blues were taking every inch of your face in. he noticed your eyes were slightly swollen, no doubt from how much you had cried earlier. his hands moved up to cup your face as his eye contact stayed. you always wanted to look away from his stare. it was so piercing. he intimidated you in a way, a man so beautifully sculpted, looking at you? you felt embarrassed by just staring at him back, but something in you had looking up into his eyes helplessly. you knew where this would go, and as his hands trailed down to the buttons of your nightgown, you hated that you were right.

you let him pull it off you, and tears filled your dark orbs as his brows furrowed with pity and guilt swimming in his eyes. he pulled your delicate naked frame close to his as he sat you onto his lap.

“i let you down. again princess.”

his fingers rubbed gently against your thighs as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. your cheek was wet now, but he was so quick to wipe it away. heat blossomed in your stomach. it felt like a sickening combination as butterflies and pain danced together in the pit of your stomach.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry angel. i truly am.”

and with that, you burst into tears, your chest heaving up and down as he began to softly rub your back, cooing into your ears as the bottom of his own stomach brimmed with guilt and desire.

“fuckin’ asshole i am. hurting my sweet baby. i’ll make it up to you. i will.” he almost pleaded as he pressed a firm kiss against your shoulder, letting you dampen his neck and the collar of his shirt.

you stayed like that for a few minutes as he held you. as he took in your cries. as his fingertips grazed against your back comfortingly. eventually you began to calm down, sniffling as you hid your face into his wet neck.

“i’m tired billy.”

your words were like a whisper. and his were too.

“i know.”

you needed him. you needed his comfort. you needed him to be skin to skin with you, having you forget the pain of his absences as he filled your mind with stars and filled your body with his length. you wanted to kick yourself for it, but this distraction was delicious and sweet. and it was the only distraction you could take in the little time you had with him.

so as your thigh softly squirmed against him, he sighed out at the feeling of his pants tightening before gently laying you down. his eyes were sad and hungry, taking your naked body properly in as the blood rushed to his cock at the sight of your beauty. of your vulnerability. you never had looked more beautiful to him than you did now. your long hair messily framing your face as your wide eyes were glossy, sad and slightly red. your lips were quivering. he couldn’t help but lean down and take them into a kiss.

your lips moved together with a heat that burned in a unexplicable way. he could taste the hurt in your mouth and pulled away, breathing out as he took off his own clothes whilst you watched. the heat in you grew and your lips parted in surprise as he gently pushed your thighs apart and lowered his head down to your most intimate area.

a soft kiss was pressed to your inner thigh that had you breathing out.

“i’m sorry.”

another kiss.

“i’m sorry.”

another kiss.

“i’m sorry.”

and another.

each kiss had been inching closer and closer to the bit where you needed it the most. you stayed quiet, your breath caught in your throat as his eyes met yours.

i’m sorry, they spoke as his tongue licked up a strip down your folds that had you gasping at the sensation. your wetness was glistening as he began to hungrily savour your taste, his tongue licking up your slit before taking your little button into his mouth.

“billy!” you gasped out, the pleasurable sensation of your sensitive little button shooting through your body as you writhed against his tongue. your brows furrowed as small gasps left your lips, his own lips getting rougher as he licked his apology into you.

your glossy eyes glanced at his dark blues, clouded with lust as he devoured you, moaning out against your puffy lips at your taste as you whimpered out, your mind already going a little hazy as electric ran through your body. before you realised, you felt his long finger sinking into you as you whined out, raising your hips slightly as desperate pants left your mouth.

he slipped another finger in, his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves as he pumped in and out. “ohhh!” you moaned out, your hips meeting his thrusts a little faster as he curled his fingers upwards, hitting your sweet spot as a squeal left your lips.

“love you. love your pussy. i love you.” he groaned against your heat before sucking onto your bud and watching as you arched your back, body perfectly curving in delight at the sensations of his long thick fingers filling you and hitting the spot that had you seeing stars whilst he played with your clit in his mouth.

you desperately humped against his lips and fingers as the coil in your stomach finally snapped, having you sobbing out loud as your high hit you.

you shook, whimpering loudly as your tears streamed down your face and your juice covered his own. he moaned into your pussy, tasting your juices as he was sure the tip of his cock was angry, red and leaking pre-cum. he could taste you forever, your juices sweet and all he ever needed to ever quench his thirst. he pulled his fingers out, his wet lips pulling into a smirk as he raised his body up over your shaking one, his wet fingers that were coated with your juices making their way to in between your lips as you began to suck on them.

he groaned out, the sight of you sucking on his fingers covered with your own juices as tears streamed down your face having his cock throbbing painfully. “shhhh angel. there we go.” he spoke gently, his two fingers in your mouth as his other hand stroked your cheek. your hair had gotten slightly damp against your skin but he loved the sight of you. fucked out by just his fingers and tongue. but you deserved it.

as much as he wanted to pull the belt off his trousers now and sink his cock into you so deep you’d be sobbing all night for it to stop, he couldn’t. he didn’t want to be selfish. you needed this. just this. just focused on you.

you nursed on his fingers, your eyes fluttering innocently as you squeezed your thighs together, moaning softly against his long digits in your mouth. “atta girl. proud of you baby.” he spoke out, his voice deep and low as you felt your heart flutter. your eyes felt heavy, the emotions of your weeks and orgasm suddenly hitting you as his fingers comforted you and had you feeling soothed. before you knew it, your eyes drifted closed, still slowly sucking on his fingers.

as dawn arrived a few hours later, sunlight filled your room you squinted, covering your eyes as you attempted to block the sun. you furrowed your brows, wanting billy to somehow destroy the sun and let you sleep for a little longer. you lazily threw your hand out on the side of the bed where he’d lay but it was met with nothing except for the feeling of your bedsheets rubbing against your hand.

the dread filled your stomach and you knew. no point in opening your eyes to check. he was gone.

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taylorsburner · 4 months

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Good Mornin'

✧Summary✧ Billy wakes up early to take care of your baby boy and prepares a sweet surprise for his wife for a cozy morning in bed.

a/n: this is my first Billy fic so I hope y’all like it. it's just something cute and fluffy🫶🏾

Unlike most mornings where you were the first to wake up (if your little Theo hadn’t beaten you to it), Billy was the early riser this time around. However, unlike other times he’d woken up earlier than usual, his early rising this morning had no obligations for him to be anywhere but home with his family.Upon waking up, Billy was immediately met with the soft babbling of Theo in his bassinet on your side of bed. He slowly inches out of his side of the bed, making sure to not disturb you. Your husband rounds the bed to get the baby, dressing himself in his discarded clothes from the night before on the way over.

“Good mornin’ little guy.” Billy whispers with a wide smile, reaching down to pick Theo up out of the bassinet. “Did you sleep well?” He continues on, quietly bouncing back and forth with the baby.

“Since it’s just you and me, how about we do something nice for mama huh?” Billy whispers down to Theo, his eyes immediately turning up to his father at the mention of you. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckles. Billy reaches down to pull the covers further up your body before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Billy had the thought of making a nice breakfast in bed for you and had enlisted the help of Theo. First on their agenda was to pick out to a couple of flowers for a little sprucing. He let Theo grab whatever his eyes landed on (and plucked a couple with less crumpled petals) and headed back inside to get started on cooking.

With Theo on his hip your husband singlehandedly, quite literally, cooked a miniature breakfast spread for you. He made a little something for the baby, feeding him as he cooked to tie him over until you fed him.

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When you woke up you were a bit more refreshed than usual, appreciating the extra time you got to sleep. However, you were a bit confused to find Billy’s side of the bed empty and the bassinet next to you was empty as well. You were pleasantly welcomed though, by the smell of food coming from the kitchen.

You pull back the covers and smooth out your nightgown, leaving the bedroom and making your way to the kitchen to investigate. And as you approach the entryway, your eyes fall on your husband towering over the kitchen counter cooking with Theo on his hip. You couldn’t help but to melt at the sight.

Without making a sound you step into the kitchen behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head between his shoulder blades.

“Good morning” You mumble against him, your words vibrating through his shirt.

“Good mornin’ honey.” Billy replies through a smile.

“Can’t go dissapearin’ on be like that.” You playfully scold. “I don’t like waking up by myself”

“I know, but I got a little somethin’ for ya. Supposed to be a-“ Before Billy could finish his sentence, Theo cuts him off, wanting to get your attention. “Seems like someone wants to talk to ya.” He chuckles motioning to the little boy clinging to him.

“Good morning my beautiful boy.” You coo, softly pulling the little boy from his father’s hip, immediately leaving kisses all over his chubby cheeks.

“I thought I was your beautiful boy.” Your husband pouts, exaggerating the puppy dog eyes and pouted lip.

“You are, he’s just a bit cuter.” You reason, lightly tickling the baby’s pudgy tummy, causing an immediate stream of giggles that absolutely melt both you and Billy.

“I guess you got me there darlin’.” He concedes, beaming down at you and Theo. “How ‘bout you two go back to bed so that I can still try and surprise you.”

“Yes daddy” You whisper just for him to hear as you reach up to peck his lips before heading back to your shared bedroom.

“What am I gonna do with you” Billy chuckles to himself, finishing up the remainder of your breakfast that was sizzling in the pan. ….. Not long after you and Theo get all snuggled up and cozy underneath the warm covers, Billy is making his way back into the bedroom. He carefully walks down the hall and into the room tightly holding a tray with the food he’d made for you and a jar containing the small bouquet of wildflowers he and Theo picked earlier in the morning.

“Now what were you and daddy up to while I was asleep?” You happy whisper down to your son who was beaming at the reappearance of his father.

“We figured we’d take care of you the way you always take care of us darlin’” Billy says, gently placing the tray down on the bed in front of you and pressing a kiss to your forehead before rounding the bed to get back in with you.

“You two are the sweetest boys in the world” You gush.

“Well you’re an even sweeter mama.” Billy lovingly counters, leaning in to plant a proper kiss to your lips.

“I love you.” You contently sigh against his lips

“And I love you more doll.” Billy replies, leaving your with one more kiss before settling back into his spot next to you. “Now eat up darlin’, don’t want you eatin’ a cold breakfast.” Your husband instructs, removing Theo from your arms to free up your hands to eat.

Upon waking up, Billy was immediately met with the soft babbling of Theo in his bassinet on your side of bed. He slowly inches out of his side of the bed, making sure to not disturb you. Your husband rounds the bed to get the baby, dressing himself in his discarded clothes from the night before on the way over.

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Without making a sound you step into the kitchen behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head between his shoulder blades.

“Good morning” You mumble against him, your words vibrating through his shirt.

“Good mornin’ honey.” Billy replies through a smile.

“Can’t go dissapearin’ on be like that.” You playfully scold. “I don’t like waking up by myself”

“Good morning my beautiful boy.” You coo, softly pulling the little boy from his father’s hip, immediately leaving kisses all over his chubby cheeks.

“I thought I was your beautiful boy.” Your husband pouts, exaggerating the puppy dog eyes and pouted lip.

“You are, he’s just a bit cuter.” You reason, lightly tickling the baby’s pudgy tummy, causing an immediate stream of giggles that absolutely melt both you and Billy.

“I guess you got me there darlin’.” He concedes, beaming down at you and Theo. “How ‘bout you two go back to bed so that I can still try and surprise you.”

“Yes daddy” You whisper just for him to hear as you reach up to peck his lips before heading back to your shared bedroom.

“What am I gonna do with you” Billy chuckles to himself, finishing up the remainder of your breakfast that was sizzling in the pan.

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Not long after you and Theo get all snuggled up and cozy underneath the warm covers, Billy is making his way back into the bedroom. He carefully walks down the hall and into the room tightly holding a tray with the food he’d made for you and a jar containing the small bouquet of wildflowers he and Theo picked earlier in the morning.

“Now what were you and daddy up to while I was asleep?” You happy whisper down to your son who was beaming at the reappearance of his father.

“You two are the sweetest boys in the world” You gush.

“Well you’re an even sweeter mama.” Billy lovingly counters, leaning in to plant a proper kiss to your lips.

“I love you.” You contently sigh against his lips

The three of you end up spending the rest of your morning in bed, too wrapped up in each other to even bother doing anything else.

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blyth-me · 2 months

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while you were sleeping: william h. bonney

Summary: Billy comes home for the first time in weeks to see you asleep in your bed. He knows it's wrong, but he just missed you so much...

Warnings: NSFW SMUT 18+, gun briefly mentioned, somnophilia, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cursing, basically porn with a plot

SMUT 18+ MDNI! IF I CANNOT SEE YOUR AGE, DO NOT INTERACT. ALL MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Just a short Billy idea I've had rotting in my drafts! Please enjoy! This is unedited.

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Billy has always been loyal. He'll do anything for the people he loves. Anything. Especially for you. All you've ever asked is that he comes home safe when he comes home and that he stays out of trouble, but since trouble finds him, he just comes home safe.

When he sneaks into your house dirty, tired, and adrenaline fueled, he wants nothing more than to find you and see if you're awake. It's been weeks since he's seen you. He's been out rustling cattle with Jesse and keeping a low profile, but when everyone was asleep under the stars, all he could think about was you.

His mind drifted to your laugh and the way you talk to him all sweet when he's with you. Then it drifted to your smile and your soft lips and just how good it feels to kiss you. He thought about the little noises you make when things get more intense and how he loves to watch you lose yourself in his touch whenever he gives it to you. And now, he's snuck into your bedroom, looking at your peaceful, sleeping body.

Your hair is braided back to keep you cool and your lips are slightly parted as you breathe steadily, blissfully unaware of your lover's presence. Your sleep dress rides up on your thighs and it's apparent that you've been moving in your sleep. You're perfect.

Billy carefully takes off his boots and hangs his hat at the edge of your bed. He puts his gun on the floor and unbuckles his belt. He lays next to you on your bed and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body. You stir only slightly and he exhales in relief, not wanting to wake you.

He tucks some hair behind your ear and kisses your neck and shoulder. Your body and skin are so soft and he knows he should stop, but he just missed you so much. Billy gently grazes his hand over your breasts and sighs against your neck as he toys with them. You shift against him in your sleep, brushing his hardening cock just right as he groans and moves his hand between your legs. It takes some maneuvering to get below your dress, but when he does, he allows his fingers to rub over the fabric of your panties before slipping them inside you. You're so wet for him even in your sleep as he stretches you out. Just because you're dreaming doesn't mean he isn't going to prep his precious girl to take all of him first.

When he deems you ready, he takes off his pants and gives himself a few pumps. The thought once again crosses his mind to wake you up and slow down, but he's just too hard and too needy to care. He kisses your neck again and slides your panties to the side, slipping in and gently biting your shoulder to muffle a groan. His hand flies to squeeze your hip as he holds your sleeping body against his, your back against his chest as he carefully keeps you on your side so as not to disturb your rest. Billy allows himself to savor the feeling of your silky, tight, wet walls a moment longer before moving.

He starts to move slowly, enjoying the drag of his cock inside you. He missed you so much. You look so innocent when you sleep and it's turning him on even more as he kisses your neck and ear, breathing heavily against your skin. It doesn't take long for you to whimper in your sleep, eventually waking to the feeling of Billy buried deep inside you.

"Hey sweet girl." he pants. "Does it feel good?"

His voice is hoarse in your ear as you nod and whimper as he pauses his movements, leaving his hard length pressed against your cervix. He squeezes your hip and waits for an answer. You should be horrified, yelling at him to get out, but he's stretching your walls just right and the angle in perfect.

"Yeah honey." You say shakily. "Feels so good."

Billy smirks against your skin and moves your leg up so he can get even deeper as he moves again, earning a moan from you.

"Missed you so much, darlin'." He grunts. "Couldn't- fuck- couldn't stay away anymore."

"Billy..." You gasp as he reaches his hand back up to your breasts.

"You're such a pretty sleeper," He starts to thrust a bit faster, smirking as your head tips back against his shoulder. "couldn't help myself."

Your eyes flutter closed as he hits the perfect spot over and over. Moans and sighs tumble past your lips at the feeling. He's so lost in your body that his movements are desperate and erratic. You hold on to his arm that's reaching across your chest as you feel the warmth in your belly growing.

"Billy... " you whine. "I'm so close already."

"Me too, honey. You gonna let me fill you up?"

"Mhm..." you moan lazily in response. The thought alone of Billy's cum coating your walls makes you flutter around him.

Billy moans and chuckles, reaching between your legs to rub your clit. You cry out his name and turn your head to kiss him desperately as you feel yourself teetering on the edge. Your lips stay close to his as you moan out, feeling his hot breaths against your cheek. Billy pulls your leg further back and kneads the flesh of your thigh.

"Come on, darlin', let it go for me. I'm right behind you." he encourages against your lips.

With a few more deep thrusts, you're shaking and cumming hard around him, gripping onto his arm to steady yourself. You feel dizzy and shaky and so fucking good when you finish. Billy thinks it's the best thing he'll ever see and he finishes soon after, cock twitching inside you as he pumps you full of his seed. He gives a last teasing brush to your clit, making you whimper out as he kisses you and pulls you close.

"You were so good for me, precious. Makes me wanna come back and do it again tomorrow."

You look up at his still dark eyes and smile. The both of you laugh together as he kisses your forehead.

"I missed you so much, Billy." you whisper, sighing as he pulls out and gently lays you on your back. "You've gotta stop going away for so long."

Billy nods in agreement as he strokes your cheek.

"I'll be gone again in the morning..." he says, noticing you pout. "but that doesn't mean we can't have some more fun before the I go, does it?"

You smile and shake your head as he slots himself between your thighs, aching for more until the sun comes up.

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maysileeewrites · 4 months

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so I started watching Billy The Kid - for the plot, obviously 🙄 … and suddenly I’m into Cowboys??

But seriously though, just look at Tom Blyth in this show 😩

should I start writing for Billy as well even though I still need to finish my Coryo imagines? someone stop me please

edit: nothing can stop me 👀

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gtgbabie0 · 3 months

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-William Bonney x reader

{Mornings with Billy are certainly something}

Hope you enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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The door to your bedroom lets out an awful squeak as you push it open, your eyes scan across your room landing on the sight of Billy sprawled out over your bed lying on his stomach with his face squashed against the pillows as he sleeps soundly.

He’s painted in the morning sun as its soft light peaks through the curtains like it has something to say, dusting over his skin in the most beautiful way. Billy has been asleep for a while now and you decided it was best to give him a lay in… after last night he deserved it.

You walk over to the bed sitting down next to him, the mattress springs creak under you and even with the movement Billy doesn’t stir, which is odd considering he’s quite the light sleeper, although the thought of him being comfortable enough around you to get a good nights sleep warms you greatly.

Your fingers gently run through his brown hair trying to coax him from his slumber. He groans softly burying his face further into the pillow and you can’t stop the smile that teeters against your lips.

“You getting up anytime soon?” You tease lightly, gentle fingers brushing his hair from his face as he looks up at you through half-lidded, sleepy eyes before pushing his face further against the pillows and you’re not sure he even heard a word you just said.

A moment passes before he looks back up to you with a soft smile. “You said something, honey?” He asks through his sleep-laden tone, rough and slightly scratchy, the sound makes you melt.

You chuckle softly as you look down at him, his hand reaching over to rest against your hip. “Yeah, I asked if you were getting up anytime soon?” You respond as his hand moves upwards slightly to your waist.

He nods against the pillows. His eyes squint slightly as they adjust to the sun's bright morning light, he rubs them softly, trying to blink the lingering sleep away.

“Is there any rush?” He smirks, looking up at you with those blue eyes of his as he stretches his arm above his head with a soft groan.

“You’d miss breakfast… can’t have you going hungry now can we?” you tell him with a soft smile, watching as he sits up on the bed leaning up on his hand while his other rests against your hip.

Billy shakes his head softly as he inches closer to you, resting his chin against your shoulder. “That’d be a shame… missing out on breakfast with you” he says pressing a delicate kiss to the underside of your jaw, he enjoys the way it makes you smile… how you shy away ever so slightly.

“Then hurry up and get out of bed,” You tell him, smirking softly as you stand up from the bed, he yawns stifling the sound behind his hand.

Billy lets out a soft huff as you stand up moving away from him. “Alright… alright” he sighs as he finally gets up and out of bed.

He watches you from the archway of your kitchen as you cut up the fruit, it’s the same fruit you grow just outside. He notices your hands and how they move with such fluidity and care and he can't seem to look away.

You glance over at him with a soft smile as he walks over to you, his back leaning against the kitchen countertops. You go back to chopping up the fruits. It’s peaceful. A certain serenity that he’s never had before, but he thinks in this moment, admiring you and how the morning sun kisses your skin as you prepare breakfast, that he could get used to this.

Billy rests a hand against your hip as he leans over to pinch a piece of strawberry, he’s too quick and you can’t shoo his hand away in time, he’s already eating the sweet fruit.

“No manners” you mumble under your breath as he chuckles softly pulling you closer to him by your hips with a boyish smirk on his face, he just can't keep his hands off you.

Your hands rest against his shoulders as you look at him, your eyes softening as he smiles at you. “M’just testing it” he whispers with a soft grin, admiring you with eyes full of love as you stand between his legs, his hands moving to settle at your waist.

“You’re awfully distracting this morning,” you tell him as he presses his thumb against your chin tilting your head slightly, he leans into you.

“Can’t help it… you’re beautiful” he says and you can feel the warmth of his skin as he leans closer to you, his slightly gun-calloused hand rests against the side of your face as he kisses you softly, pulling you closer to him by your waist so he can deepen the kiss. You can taste the sweetness of the strawberry on his tongue.

Your smile causes him to pull away slightly as the kiss tapers off lovingly, his hand still resting against the side of your face. “Are you gonna let me finish breakfast or are you gonna keep kissing me?” You smile as he rests his forehead against yours.

“Are you giving me an option?” His fingers gently brush your hair behind your ear, he can feel the warmth of your skin against his fingertips. “Because if that’s the case” he whispers, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you even closer. His soft lips trailing along your jaw and down your neck and you can’t stop the giggle that bubbles out of your mouth.

The sound of the morning birds echo through the air making a perfect melody with your laughter as he peppers your warm skin with delicate kisses. It’s peaceful and Billy thinks he could do this every morning.

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bookishdreamer28 · 4 months

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Tom Blyth is a total babe and has my heart and his character in Billy the kid has me weak on the knees

Btw I'll definitely write more Billy fics so I hope you'll enjoy reading this one ❣

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You felt your body responding to his intense stare again. You found yourself burning with desire for the man with the beautiful ocean eyes across the room, for the 5th time this month. He was an occasional costumer but you never had the chance to have a proper conversation with him because of all these drunken people blocking your way or your boss making you taking orders from other tables. He never once threw a dirty look at you, neither he made you feel uneasy and uncomfortable in any way just like brainless rats did. And you liked that. You liked him.

When you served a costumer his bear, your eyes went immediately on him. He gave a small smile and waved at you. This small interaction increased your heart's rate and you returned the smile with one of your own. You tried to preoccupy yourself by cleaning the counter but all you could think about was him. The man who already had your heart in his hands.

After contemplating for about half an hour on what to do, you picked up the courage and made your way to his table. His eyes never left you. Seeing you approaching him made him nervous. Unable to make a single move.

"Would you like me to bring you something else?" You asked giving him a sweet smile.

"Uh n-no thank you" his hand traveled up to his hair, pushing a few locks out of the way. You suddenly felt your mouth dry. You licked your lips and you caught his eyes following the movement.

"I'm Y/N" you reached your hand out for a shake. He gently grabbed your hand and said

"I'm William but most people call me Billy. The choice is yours sweetheart" he lowered your hand to his mouth and placed a soft kiss there. Your cheeks were burning and you were sure that you looked like you had fever.

You were ready to say something but a drunk guy placed his arm around your shoulder. Your body tensed and Billy's eyes darkened.

"Why don't We get this kind of treatment huh?" His breath was stinking liquor and you wanted to punch the shit out of him which you were ready to do so, but Billy caught you. His punch surely broke thos guy's jaw and it sent him straight to the floor. He then picked him up by his colar and slammed him to the wall.

"If you even dare do as much as look in her direction, I will end you, get it? Don't you DARE put your filthy hands on her again" He growled and then threw him on the floor again. The guy didn't had the guts to say anything to Billy. And all the other men in the bar knew that it would be best if the mind their own business instead of get themselves involved in this.

Billy turned to you and gently touched your shoulders.

"Let's get out of here"

"But I can't just le-"

"As long as you're with me no one is going to hurt you. There's no way I'm leaving you here but if you want to stay, I'll stay too" his words warmed your heart.

"Lead the way cowboy" you smirked and grabbed his hand. He smiled widely and walked the to exit. Once you were outside you started laughing at how wonderful it all felt with him. He couldn't help but watch you closely. Your smile, your bright eyes, your hair flowing in the breeze. You were all he's thinking about and now he finally has the chance to be with you. Just the two of you.

You looked at your intertwined fingers and your stomach filled with butterflies again . But then your eyes widened when you realized that you were still holding hands.

Billy noticed your expression and was ready to pull his hand away but you held it tight.

"I'm ok with this...that is as long as you're ok with it too" and for once agaim you felt your face burning.

"I'm more than ok sweetheart" he smiled.

"Oh thank you souch for earlier I didn't expe-"

"I will never let anyone touch you again like this. I know you think that I didn't have to interfere but it made my blood boil seeing in distress" he stopped walking and turned his body to you.

His eyes were so beautiful under the moonlight. The soft touch of his fingertips on your cheek is what shook me out of my thoughts. Your breath quickened.

"I...where is your home exactly? I don't want you to walk on your all alone now" he cleared his throat, moving his hand from your face, looking anywhere else but you.

"Oh we're almost there-...Um actually, I don't want to go home right now" you stopped him from moving.

"Ok that's great then, cause I didn't want you to go either" he said and you stared at each other.

"Great" you whispered and moved closer to him.

"Great" he moved closer too.

His hands cupped your face slowly and his thumbs were caressing your skin softly.

"Can I please, please kiss you? Cause I've been dying to do this for whole month now and I can't wait longer" your legs felt like jelly and you had no idea how you managed to stand still.

You nodded eagerly and closed your eyes the moment he started leaning in. He kissed you tenderly and pulled back to see your reaction, only for you to crash your lips against his passionately. You felt Billy's hand slide into your hair and his other kept your body close to his. The kiss held such intensity and emotion, that made you both breathless once you pulled away.

"I'm at your mercy woman" he whispered against my lips and and I smiled, grabbing his collar to kiss him more

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Thank you for reading 😚 love you all

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ladystardust-thinks · 4 months

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ivy

william h. bonney x fem!reader

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand.

thoughts on reader meeting billy, before her arranged marriage is announced to her.

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His temper was not usually easy to trigger. He took pride in that, he could be a calm and collected leader at anything, with any gang.

That was until he met your husband, or soon-to-be husband. Your fiancé. Or your father’s fiancé. As you did not pick him, did not love him, did not get chills under his touch as you did with Billy.

His jaw clenched when he saw the man’s arm wrap around your waist, almost like he was claiming you. Almost like you were his. And you weren’t to be owned of course, but Billy knew you weren’t his own either. You’d never be. You might not have believed that. You might’ve thought that when you locked eyes behind your fiancé’s back an ounce of hope could be seen in Billy’s eyes, but there wasn’t. It was just your disastrous imagination, confirming your delusions, that you were to get away from the stranger holding you, run away with Billy, get to see those eyes with relief and not guilt.

But there wasn’t anything darker than these delusions, not even his eyes, darker than the last corner of the deep ocean, but not darker than your thoughts.

You couldn’t even deny it. You couldn’t lie to yourself, if anything look at Billy in the eye and say that he understands you more than Billy, he loves you more than Billy, he’s better in any way. You couldn’t eventually remember the few, short-lived conversations you’ve had, but with Billy you remembered his every word. He remembered your every word. Your ways of thinking were in such harmony, that you could tell what he wanted just by looking at him from across the room.

“I love you, Billy. But you wouldn’t handle it, I’m not worth it.”

“You’re worth of everything, I’d live in hell forever if you were hosting it.”

You have been cursed in this lifetime, you might’ve been sure of that, but he’d find you in another. He’d fight a whole company to find you. And you knew you’d search for him until the ivy around you that he grew from his heart, would die. And that wouldn’t happen, because the only fire that burns, burns inside of you every time you see him.

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phfenomena · 4 months

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❝sleeping alone ❞ || william h. bonney x f!reader

| A/N- was listening to flatland cavalry and i couldn’t resist a short n sad fic abt billy bc i’m evil

| WARNINGS- a sad man who misses his girlfriend a verrrryyy small mention of death and war.

william h. bonney x reader angst? fluff?

as billy lays alone in the hostel bed he quickly begins to regret agreeing to jesse’s proposal of this job in lincoln county. he’s almost a days ride away from you and he has no idea if you’re okay. he can’t believe he used to sleep like this every night, no one to hold.

his mind wanders to the prayers his mother used to lay over him and joe, before everything turned sour in his life. he can’t remember the last time he prayed, feeling like no one’s listening. he doesn’t need a god when he has you, but he doesn’t have you right now.

he clasps his hands together just like he did all those years ago. “i haven’t done in this in quite some time, sorry if it’s not uniform prayer. i just want my girl to be okay without me, and for her to healthy and safe. oh! and for me not to get shot. amen.” he suddenly feels very stupid and confused as to why he thought his words into the empty air would assist him at all, but anything’s worth a shot. especially when it comes to his girl.

he rolls onto his side, just like he does every night with you. he holds a pillow to front pretending it was you instead a bag of feathers. he never realized how warm you were until he couldn’t feel your warmth at all. his eyes drift close and he falls asleep to memories of you.

eight hours away by horse, you lay alone in your shared bed with billy. only it’s not shared for a while, it’s just your bed. he’s working, he loves working! you thought trying to make yourself feel better about being by your lonesome. the bed feels like it’s miles long with just your body inhabiting it. you stare at the stationary sitting on your desk, illuminated poorly with one candle.

you write slowly and methodically to billy. he won’t be home for months so you figured you’d might as well start the letters. you write paragraphs upon paragraphs of how much you miss him, how much you love him, and how quiet the night is without his laughs filling the air. you trail off and start telling him about the town gossip you’ve heard but eventually get back on track. spraying your perfume over the pages and an invisible kiss by your signature, you fold it up and press the wax to seal it.

billy and jesse walk back in the saloon below the hostel’s doors. “oh! mr. billy you’ve got a letter! from a lady” the young boy wiggles his eyebrows and hands the letter to billy. he tries to fight the smile but jesse pats his back, rather hard but a kind gesture nonetheless. “the girl of yours is already sending letters after a day? you’ve got her wrapped around her finger.” billy shakes his head laughing. “that’s where you’re wrong, it’s the complete opposite.” he confesses and walks up the stairs to read your letter in private.

he instantly notices the scent of your perfume and all of the tension in his body melts away. he’s smiling like an idiot the entire time he’s reading but holds your letter to his chest after. he walks over to his own desk and begins his own letter to you, he might not see you for months but he’ll be damned if he can’t talk to his girl.

he consistently writes to you and letting you know what’s going on and how stressful things have gotten. you’re proud of him for switching to tunstall’s side because it was the right thing to do, you’ll always admire that about him. the worry for his well-being overtakes the admiration as you quickly gather your necessities and get dressed. you’re out the door and mounting your horse within the hour, riding to lincoln. you’d rather walk to hell and back than not see billy before he gets hurt.

you reach lincoln county much faster than you expected, maybe your horse sensed the desperation leaking from your pores. you ask a kind-eyed woman about tunstall and she directs you a few minutes north. you thank her make your way slowly to your destination. as your eyes focus on the beautiful country home in the dark, your heart flutters. you almost feel sick with how anxious you are, your eyes haven’t laid on billy in three months.

you quickly tie your horse to a fence post and rush towards the door, knocking rapidly. an unfamiliar man opens the door and smiles at you. “how can i help you, madam?” he speaks confidently with a british accent, this must be tunstall. “oh well, um, i was just wondering if billy was here?” he snaps his fingers and turns his head to yell for billy.

billy’s stomach dropped upon hearing his name being called, he’s thinking it might be jesse trying to pick a fight but when his eyes settle upon you his world stops. everything slows down but his heart speeds up to impossible levels. he smiles wide and laughs while running to you. his arms envelope you and you’re drowning in his scent, squeezing so hard he thought you might’ve bruised a rib. “what’re you doin’ here, doll? did you ride here alone? do you know how dangerous that is? have you ate? are you okay?” you giggle at his ambush of worried questions and put your hand over his mouth. tunstall walks away with a grin, never seeing billy so happy.

“yes i rode alone, yes i know the dangers, no i haven’t ate yet, and yes i am okay. i just couldn’t take the thought of you being so stressed with the possibility of getting hurt without me here. i also figured it was due time for a visit.” you mutter softly, never taking your eyes off him. drinking in the sights of the man you love with every fiber of your being.

he quickly ushers you inside and guides you to a main room. “gentleman, this is my girl.” he introduces you and you smile and manage a slight wave. “this the girl you’re always talking about and never shutting up about how pretty she is?” billy goes slightly red and opens his mouth up to talk before closing it. just nodding at the embarrassment. you smile up at him “you tell people how pretty you think i am? you’re so sweet! that’s adorable.” billy sighs and leads you to a seat at the table and fixing you a plate for dinner.

as you both lay together that night in the same bed, everything makes sense in the world. you understand war, they just want this feeling to be safe. your eyes begin to fill with tears as you’re just so relieved and happy to be with your love again.

“i was gettin’ real tired of sleeping alone. considered climbing into bed with charlie but i don’t think he’s as warm as you.” you laugh and gently slap his chest.

all is right in the world, because your world is filled with love.

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spideyhexx · 3 months

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rewatching Billy the kid because I’m sick and

I need Billy to slowly fuck me as he pins my hands above my head and makes intense eye contact

xoxo- 🦢

i need to rewatch some of it tomorrow :) y'all idk where this came from but here you go

mdni; fem!reader

"Darlin' I know you want to, just-"

A soft moan escapes your lips, cutting Billy off from his words, his hand pressing harder against your wrists that he's pinned above your head.

His hips thrust slowly into you, your legs hiked around his waist to keep him pressed close, his forehead almost resting on yours as he fucks you. Billy was showing a lot of restraint, taking his time like he was getting to know your body, even though he has lots of knowledge of you already.

"Billy please, I won't tug too hard," you whisper to him, your lips brushing his and he shakes his head.

"Honey, I swear to god, 'f I let you pull my hair, I'll come so quick," he rasps out and you feel his hand tighten even more to hold your hands away. You whine at him, but he's prepared for it.

"Won't work, honey, won't work, c'mere," he speaks under his breath, giving your lips the smallest kiss, nudging his nose on yours and giving you a second before pressing his lips fully on yours, humming into the kiss.

His lips are rough on your own, but somehow, Billy is able to make them feel as if they're the softest thing imaginable. He nips at your bottom lip as he pulls away and you bite back a smile, his thrusts remaining at their slow, almost agonizing pace, but it didn't matter. You still felt all of him, every part of him was encompassing you.

"Better?" He nudges his nose on yours again, resting his forehead to yours, his eyes meeting yours. Billy smiles when you nod and let yourself smile.

"You'll let me do it later?" Billy wants to roll his eyes, seeing as you haven't dropped it, but he nods, snapping his hips a little faster all of a sudden, just to make you gasp and sqieeze your legs around him tighter. You can’t help it, his hair is just so fun to play and pull at, especially when he makes the prettiest noises imaginable when you do it.

"'f course I will," he mumbles, watching your mouth part as returns his gentle pace, a soft sigh leaving his lips. Your eyes were so pretty to him, so full of every emotion he makes you feel and he wants to keep looking into them so he can feel it back. He needs to, he needs to feel all of the love, adoration, and desire you're feeling for him right now.

"Can I let go of your hands? Will you be a good girl?" You nod and he lets go of them, his hands moving to hold your hips instead. Part of you wants to immediately bury your hands in his hair and pull at the strands and the other part of you will settle with holding his shoulders. Fuck it.

Before he can react, you tangle your hands into his hair and pull on it, eliciting a deep groan from Billy as his head drops to your shoulder.

"You...fucker," he mumbles against the skin of your neck, biting at it, but he can't do it for long as he lets out a quiet moan, trying to hide it by gritting his teeth.

"You love me," you whisper right to his ear, already feeling the effect you're having on him as his thrusts quicken, his cock filling you out in the most perfect way.

Billy nods at your words, his fingers digging into your hips. "Say it, Billy," your voice still hushed, albeit shakier as his hand moves to rub your clit, his hand warm against your already hot skin.

"I love you," he says, grunting out in his lower register, "oh 'm gonna come, honey." Your fingers tug on his hair again in response, and Billy thrusts one, two, three more times before he's spilling into you, "c'mon honey, come right here with me, please," he almost whines out against your neck before he lifts his head to see your face as the rush of his orgasm overtakes you as well, using your grip on his hair to compose yourself.

"You love me?" He asks, nosing at your cheek while your brain is still hazy. You turn your head slightly to catch his lips, the kiss is wet and sloppy as your tongue meets his and you mutter into it, "I love you."

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Unknown - Part Two

Billy The Kid x Reader

Warnings: Smut (PIV sex, unprotected sex, brief dirty talk, no female orgasm), softness, TW: attempted assault (NOT by Billy), misogyny, murder, comfort/fluff, confessed feelings, happy ending <3

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You and Billy find yourselves in a dangerous situation, which causes feelings to surface.

Read part one here!

“Do you know I could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, I still carry for you? That I’d walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you?” - Unknown/Nth, Hozier

Billy is, to say the least, annoyed with you. Traveling with someone for nearly two weeks will do that, you figure. You let him talk to you as you gather wood for a fire. You’re silent while he rants, going on and on about how his body aches, and how hungry he is, and how desperately he just wants to find another town. You don’t respond, and this only irritates him further.

“Say something!” Billy says. You glance at him. He doesn’t often become angry like this, you’ve come to realize, but when something sets him off . . . He gets pissed.

“Jesus, what the hell d’you want from me, Antrim? I’m just getting wood, minding my own damn business, and you–”

“I don’t know! I don’t know, you’re the one who wanted to come this way! Why haven’t we found anything? We’re running out of food!”

You shake your head.

“We have at least two days’ worth.”

“And when we go through that? Hm? What then?”

“Then we hunt, Antrim. We adapt, we make do.”

“You know that there’s not much to hunt out here. We both know that,” he says, following you around. You crouch down to start a fire. Sometimes his age shows during moments like this one. He’s still a kid, still so angry at the world and the cards he’s been dealt. You sigh.

“Then, fuck, I don’t know,” you snap. “I don’t know, okay?”

He scoffs, pulling his hat off and tugging at his hair.

“Fuck,” he huffs as he turns away. You get the fire going, then stand and turn to him. His eyes don’t meet yours. You pull on his suspenders.

“Look at me,” you say firmly. He does. You sigh. “We’re gonna be fine. You need to pull yourself together. I know you’re mad, Antrim, I am too, but we can’t lose our heads. Got it?”

He swallows harshly. He likes it when you talk to him like this, when you re-ground him. You’re the anchor to his ship, the light that shines through the fog in his mind. He glances at your lips. You know what he needs, now. He needed to be snapped at, and now he needs to let go.

It’s been a few days since the two of you were last sexually active, and when you look into Billy’s eyes, they are dark. You give his suspenders another tug, your chests nearly touching. “I said, you got it?” you repeat. He nods.

“Yes,” Billy says quietly. “I got it. ‘M sorry–”

“Don’t be,” you say, shaking your head. “There’s no point.”

You let go of his suspenders and instead rest your hands on his firm chest. You can feel his heart racing, beating quickly, and you know it’s because of you. Maybe, if you’re lucky, it’s for you.

His arms hang at his sides, and you take hold of his wrists and guide them to your hips. He holds you firmly as you reach back up to touch his shoulders and chest.

“Tell me what you need,” you say, even though you already know. You want to hear him say it.

“You,” Billy tells you. “Whatever you’ll give me.”

You smile softly. He’s handsome. Dreamy.

“You know you’ve got me, Billy,” you say. He kisses you, then. It is firm, and his lips are chapped and rough. You sigh quietly, gripping his collar and pulling him closer. He knows how you like this: Rough, quick and dirty. Secretly, though, part of him hopes that he’ll one day get to make love to you, not just fuck you. He wants to know you deeply. Not just your body, but your mind. He knows what kinds of things you like to eat, and he knows that you don’t like rising with the sun, and he knows that you’re unfathomably stubborn, but . . . It’s not enough. He needs to know what your dreams are. Do you want children? A house? A man? Will you long for freedom for the rest of your life, or would you one day settle for the right person?

He needs to know where your parents were from, and what your favorite toys were when you were small, and how you like your tea. Small things. Big things. Well . . . He supposes that all things are ‘big things’ when it comes to the way he thinks of you . . .

You push his suspenders from his shoulders as the two of you kiss, then reach down to press your hand against his clothed erection. He grunts softly at the slight friction, and moves his hips forward. He says your name, quiet and desperate, and you nod.

“Take me,” you tell him, taking a small step back to remove the clothes from the bottom half of your body. While you do this, Billy pulls his cock free from his trousers. You get down in the grass, and Billy easily gets on top of you, fitting himself between your legs. You cup his cheeks and kiss him, desperate for his touch. You tug on his hair.

“Need you, Billy,” you breathe. And oh, how Billy loves to see you like this: Vulnerable and open and ready for him. He nods.

“I know,” he says, pushing his leaky tip against your core. You groan as he eases himself inside of you. He stretches you perfectly. You’re so wet, and he’s got precum dribbling from his cockhead, and the feeling of it makes him grunt. He takes your hands in his and pins you down like that. He’s been doing this more and more often, you’ve noticed. You smile softly, the softness of the moment lasting only for a second before he begins to rock his hips back and forth. You cry out as his cock rubs the sweet spot deep inside of you, your grip on his hands tightening.

“Billy!” you moan. “Ohhh f-fuck . . .”

Your body bounces beneath him, and he groans at the sight.

“Fuck . . . Such a good girl,” he breathes, voice shaky and quiet. His words go straight to your aching core, and you clench around him just to hear the choked sound that he makes. You smirk.

“Y-Yeah? You needed this, didn’t you, Billy?”

He nods.

“Uh huh.”

“How bad? H-How bad did ya n-need me?”

“O-Oh, fuck . . .” he groans. “So b-bad . . . Mmm . . .”

You nod, tilting your head back. Billy takes the bait and leans down to suck and nibble at your throat. You sigh at the feeling. He continues to hold your hands, keeping you gently pinned to the ground.

“Takin’ me so well,” Billy breathes. You hum.

“You’re close already?” you ask shakily, the pleasure in your core building as he sucks at your skin. He grunts.

“H-How did you–?”

“You’re – mm – getting s-sloppy,” you breathe. You turn your head and capture his lips with yours. He chuckles against you, moving his hips faster.

“G-God . . . Fuck . . .” Billy groans. You squeeze his hands.

“Cum f’me, Billy,” you tell him softly. “C’mon . . . W-Wanna see it . . .”

He nods, then quickly pulls his cock from your heat and jerks himself off above you. With a drawn-out moan, Billy cums, his seed covering your rising and falling stomach. You sigh at the sight, and when he finishes, he tilts his head back. You smile, leaning up on your elbows.

“So handsome,” you tell him, gesturing for him to come closer. He does, and you put your hand on the back of his head to pull his lips against yours. You sigh as you kiss him.

“Mm. That felt good,” you tell him. Billy smiles at the praise.

“I’m glad,” he says. You wipe his seed from your stomach, then shakily get to your feet and re-dress while Billy tucks himself away and adjusts his clothing. You sigh once the two of you are both righted.

“Feeling better?” you ask, stepping back towards the fire to warm your hands. He sits down beside you.

“A bit,” he says. He sighs, then looks over at you. He admires you, taking in your features in the dim, flickering light.

“Good,” you say. “If you need something like that, all you havta do is ask, you know.”

Billy nods.

“I know.”

Silence lingers between the two of you for a handful of minutes.

“Do you want to eat?” Billy asks you. You shake your head.

“I’m not really hungry.” You yawn. “I think I’m gonna rest.”

Billy nods.

“Alright.”

He watches you rise and pull the blanket from his saddle bag. You lay it down, then get comfortable on top of it. Billy looks away as you close your eyes to sleep. You’re so beautiful, he thinks. He’s never not going to think so.

You fall asleep quickly, dozing off easily knowing that Billy is here to keep you safe and watch over you.

***

The sound of skin hitting skin is what wakes you. A groan follows, and you hum softly as you sit up a bit, glancing around in confusion.

Another hit, another groan.

You look over, and your stomach drops when you see a strange man standing over Billy. Billy tries to fight back, tries to get swings in, but the man is bigger, stronger. Another man stands beside the first one, and as quietly as you can, you begin to reach down into your pocket where a small pocketknife sits.

Adrenaline pumps through you. The second man notices you, and he nudges his friend, the one punching Billy.

“Lookit,” he says, pointing at you. They both look over, and you let out a shaky breath. Billy is yanked to his feet as one of the men storms towards you. You scramble to get away, but he’s already on you, pulling you up. You struggle to get away, kicking and thrashing, but he wraps his arm around your throat and holds you in place. You gasp, your air suddenly being almost completely cut off. Billy watches in horror.

“Don’t,” he says and blood drips from his nose. The man near Billy has a knife to his throat, which keeps Billy from moving or making an attempt to rescue you. “We have money, take that instead.”

The man holding onto you hums, running his free hand over your chest as you claw at his arm, trying to breathe.

“How could we pass up such a pretty little thing?” the man says, squeezing your breast. You hiss, trying to stomp on his foot. Billy tries to break away, but the knife is pressed harder against his throat, drawing a bit of blood. He yelps.

“Stop!” Billy exclaims desperately. “Don’t touch her!”

“Oh, I’ll do more than touch her,” the man says, suddenly shoving you to the ground. You groan, gasping for breath. He’s on you before you can try to run, and he yanks at your trousers. Without thinking, you shove your hand into your pocket and pull out your pocketknife. In a swift movement, you reach around and shove it into the man’s side. He cries out loudly, and you pull the knife out and plunge it back in again and again.

Seconds after you do this, Billy catches the other man off-guard and pulls his gun on him. The man takes off without a word, knowing that a knife is nothing against a gun. You cry out as you stab the man repeatedly. He groans in agony, blood soaking his clothing and yours just the same. Billy rushes to you, grabbing your arms gently and pulling you away.

You’re trembling, head spinning and heart pounding. You try to break away.

“It’s me, it’s me,” Billy says quickly, pulling you into his arms as the man writhes on the ground. You turn, clinging to Billy’s shirt tightly.

“I-I . . .”

“I know,” he breathes as you shake against him. He holds you, one hand between your shoulders and the other on the back of your head. Tears fill your eyes.

“Billy,” you breathe. It’s all you can think to say. Billy’s head throbs, nose still gushing blood, but he can’t bring himself to care. He’s never seen you so afraid, so shaken, and it breaks his heart. You didn’t deserve this.

“I’m so sorry,” he says. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

You let out a soft cry. You can’t even bring yourself to answer. The man groans and shakes in front of you and Billy, and Billy shields your eyes. He has half a mind to shoot the bastard in order to shut him up, but his cries die out steadily. The life drains from his eyes as he loses more and more blood.

You let out a shaky breath.

“Are you alright?” Billy asks again softly, cupping your cheeks and tilting your head up. Your bottom lip quivers.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “I . . . Yes. I think so.”

He nods.

“You’re alright,” he reassures you. “You’re safe.”

Guilt is eating away at him. He should have done something. He should have shot the men right away, he should have fought his way out of it to protect you. His grip on you tightens slightly. You let out a shaky breath.

“Are you okay?” you ask, wiping a bit of blood from his face. He nods even though he isn’t, not really.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” he tells you. You nod, then glance back at the dead man beside the fire. You look away, burying your face against Billy’s chest.

“We should go,” you breathe. He nods.

“I know.”

Neither of you move. Billy presses a kiss to the top of your head. God, he was so scared. He isn’t sure what he would have done with himself if the man had taken you. He’s glad he won’t have to know. You wrap your arms around Billy’s middle and let out a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry I didn’t do more,” Billy says finally. You pull away slightly and look up at him. You shake your head.

“He had you cornered, Antrim,” you say softly, shaking your head. “There wasn’t much you could’ve done.”

You lean in and kiss his cheek.

“It’s alright. We’re alright.”

He nods, letting out a shaky breath.

“I’m always gonna do my best to protect you,” he says. “I’m sorry that I–”

“Stop apologizing,” you say quietly. “Please. It’s alright. I’m alive, you’re alive, we’re okay–”

“I care about you," Billy says quickly. You pause. “I . . . I care about you. I’d die if somethin’ happened to you.”

You search his face. He means it. Oh, god . . . He means it.

“Billy . . .” He swallows harshly and looks away. You cup his cheek and tilt his head up so he’s looking at you again. “I care about you, too.”

A small, barely-there smile tugs at the corner of Billy’s mouth.

“You mean it?” he asks. You nod.

“You know me, Billy. I wouldn’t lie.”

His smile widens, and he kisses you gently. You hum against his mouth. “I know.”

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